"Old Eighth... Old Ninth."
Johnson slumped into his chair.
All three were drenched in sweat.
Their self-righteous confidence was gone.
Jin Mu snatched up the peace treaty drafted by the Dragon Kingdom from the table.
"We'll sign."
Face, bargaining chips, the dignity of a great nation.
In front of Old Ninth, all of it was fucking bullshit.
With so many fighters dead, who knew what madness Old Ninth would unleash?
Fei Island, Kou Island, and Mianbang were all bloody examples.
This bastard felt no guilt whatsoever when he killed.
They could use international influence to restrain the Dragon Kingdom, but that did not work on Old Ninth.
"Now you want to sign?" Yang Huaimin gave a look.
Zhang Yang tore the treaty to pieces.
"What is this supposed to mean? Isn't our willingness to admit defeat enough?" Jin Mu had already cursed eight generations of Yang Huaimin's ancestors in his heart.
They were all shrewd operators. How could he not see what the other side was thinking?
Old Ninth was back. The situation could not have been clearer.
If Little White Tiger so much as shouted for revenge, this bastard could slaughter his way through the Federation.
The situation had changed, so naturally, the terms had too.
"That was the price then. Now..." Minister Bai smiled faintly. "Times have changed."
Whether in the Dragon Kingdom or the Federation, politicians pursued the greatest possible gains.
As long as Old Eighth and Old Ninth were in the Federation, the Dragon Kingdom could name its terms.
"Then call Old Ninth and tell him not to do anything rash first!" Johnson grew frantic.
There were a million people there.
If Old Ninth really wiped them all out...
The three of them would go down as the Federation's eternal sinners.
Zhang Yang casually glanced at